NOVEMBER EIGHTEENTH

It has been truly said by some wise man,
That money, grief, and love cannot be hidden.
The Spanish Student

NOVEMBER NINETEENTH

Come back! ye friendships long departed!
That like o'erflowing streamlets started,
And now are dwindled, one by one,

To stony channels in the sun!

Come back! ye friends, whose lives are ended! Come back, with all that light attended,

Which seemed to darken and decay

When ye arose and went away!

NOVEMBER TWENTIETH

The Golden Legend

Let me but hear thy voice, and I am happy;
For every tone, like some sweet incantation
Calls up the buried past to plead for me.

The Spanish Student

NOVEMBER TWENTY-FIRST

There is a poor, blind Samson in this land, Shorn of his strength, and bound in bonds of steel,

Who may, in some grim revel, raise his hand,

And shake the pillars of this Commonweal,

Till the vast Temple of our liberties

A shapeless mass of wreck and rubbish lies.

The Warning

All is but a symbol painted

Of the Poet, Prophet, Seer;
Only those are crowned and sainted
Who with grief have been acquainted,

Making nations nobler, freer.

Prometheus

NOVEMBER TWENTY-THIRD

God sent his messenger of faith,

And whispered in the maiden's heart,
"Rise up, and look from where thou art,
And scatter with unselfish hands

Thy freshness on the barren sands.

And solitudes of Death."

The Golden Legend

NOVEMBER TWENTY-FOURTH

Whereunto is money good?

Who has it not wants hardihood,

Who has it has much trouble and care,

Who once has had it has despair.

Poetic Aphorisms

NOVEMBER TWENTY-FIFTH

That's what I always say; if you wish a thing to be well done,

You must do it yourself, you must not leave it to

others!

The Courtship of Miles Standish

NOVEMBER TWENTY-SIXTH

Christ to the young man said: "Yet one thing

more:

If thou wouldst perfect be,

Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor,
And come and follow me!"

Within this temple Christ again, unseen,
Those sacred words hath said,

And his invisible hands to-day have been
Laid on a young man's head.

Hymn. "For my Brother's Ordination"

NOVEMBER TWENTY-SEVENTH

And evermore beside him on his way

The unseen Christ shall move,

That he may lean

upon

his arm and say,

"Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?"

O holy trust! O endless sense of rest!
Like the beloved John

To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast,
And thus to journey on!

Hymn. "For my Brother's Ordination”

NOVEMBER TWENTY-EIGHTH

Lutheran, Popish, Calvinistic, all these creeds and doctrines three

Extant are; but still the doubt is, where Chris

tianity may be.

Poetic Aphorisms

A millstone and the human heart are driven ever

round;

If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground.

NOVEMBER THIRTIETH

Joy and Temperance and Repose
Slam the door on the doctor's nose.

Poetic Aphorisms

Poetic Aphorisms

Each man's chimney is his Golden Mile-Stone; Is the central point, from which he measures Every distance

Through the gateways of the world around him.

The Golden Mile-Stone

DECEMBER THIRD

By the fireside there are peace and comfort, Wives and children, with fair, thoughtful faces, Waiting, watching

For a well-known footstep in the passage.

We may build more splendid habitations,
Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures,
But we cannot

Buy with gold the old associations!

The Golden Mile-Stone